My six year old no longer needs or WANTS me to walk him into school…
And now my FOUR YEAR OLD decided to tell me this weekend that I am to no longer refer to him as “Buddha”… which MIND YOU, I have been calling him since he looked like this…
From the moment Mark and I decided to name him Ivan Mark… I just KNEW I’d always call him Van instead… and his older brother Lincoln would then be Linc… and I’d forever be the boymom of Linc & Van. I even had a necklace made with the inscription “Linc & Van” on it.
Which I will now never wear.
And really have no idea where it even is.
Because I’m the boymom to Lincoln & Ivan… or more affectionately referred to as Lincoln & Buddha.
At NO TIME during my pregnancy did I plan to call my second son Buddha… but by the time he was one day old, that’s who he was to me. My Buddha baby. Buddha butt. That belly. His old soul that he was born with… it just fell out of my mouth and stuck. And I love it. It’s special, between him and I, and it makes me smile 🙂 especially when I think about him being 39 years old and walking back into my house for whatever reason and me greeting him as Buddha… yep, it warms my heart… as I literally smile while sitting here typing this.
So, darling son of mine… I understand that you hate when your older brother teases you for being the younger one, calling you a “baby” at times… when clearly you can kick his 6 year old little butt already, but we’ll save that for another blog someday… and you think that’s what “Buddha” is in reference to… so I get it. And it’s now on my to-do list to teach you why I chose that word, and why it’s so special to me… and most of all, why I’ll never EVER stop calling you it.
I’ll love you forever. I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my Buddha you’ll be.
I know my boys are growing up… but I’ll forever love and remember them at every age and every stage… for the rest of my days, like it was just yesterday. I’m their mom.